HIGH-HEELED BOOTS AND STRIPED BREECHES, Page #0120

HIGH-HEELED BOOTS AND STRIPED BREECHES

By G. O. Burrows of Del Rio, Texas

I had my share of the ups and downs principally downs— on the old
cattle trail. Some of my experiences

were going hungry, getting wet and cold, riding sorebacked horses,
going to sleep on herd and losing cattle, getting "cussed" by the boss, scouting
for "gray-backs," trying the "sick racket" now and then to get a night's sleep,
and other things too numerous to mention in this volume. But all of these were
forgotten when we delivered our herd and started back to grand old Texas. Have
often stopped a few days in Chicago, St. Louis and Kansas City, but always had
the "big time" when I arrived in good old Santone rigged out with a pair of
high-heeled boots and striped breeches, and about $6.30 worth of
other clothes. Along about sundown you could find me at Jack Harris' show
occupying a front seat and clamoring for the next performance. This "big time"
would last but a few days, however, for I would soon be "busted" and would have
to borrow money to get out to the ranch, where I would put in the fall and
winter telling about the big things I had seen up North. The next spring I would
have the same old trip, the same old things would happen in the same old way,
and with the same old wind-up. I put in eighteen or twenty years on the trail,
and all I had in the final outcome was the high-heeled boots, the striped pants
and about $4.80 worth of other clothes, so there you are.